the smuggler’s bible

Dromond of Frisia

Theodahatus gets the upper hand in the war for maybe two whole minutes and has the ambassadors from Constantinople locked up.

“Hey,” Dromond says, poking a stick through the bars at one of the men. “You fellas Greek?”

“We’re Romans, you Gothic bootlicker, and you better kiss this ‘Kingdom of Italy’ shit goodbye. We’re here to shut it down.”

It sounds pretty lame coming from a man chained to a wall, but it gives Dromond pause. Hell, the attitude is certainly Roman enough, and—in the good old days at least—they really knew how to back their shit up.